| The streets are dark, the night is cold
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| Shadows dance in every window
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| The wind is biting through my coat
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| As evening fades I’m waiting to rise
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| We met this August afternoon
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| His insight threw me like a typhoon
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| And I was frail, I think he knew
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| Whispered words of great escapes
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| Now’s the time to break away
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| He said…
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| Meet me at the head shop
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| Forget yourself and leave it all behind
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| Wait at the bus stop tonight
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| Meet me at the head shop
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| And let me free and open up your mind
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| You and I will take off tonight
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| The city wakes the sirens call
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| To remind me why I don’t remember
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| I’m kicking trash against the wall
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| Evening fades, still waiting to rise
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| No-one escapes undisguised
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| He said…
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| Meet me at the head shop
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| Forget yourself and leave it all behind
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| Wait at the bus stop tonight
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| (And I’m still waiting)
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| Meet me at the head shop
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| And let me free and open up your mind
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| You and I will take off tonight
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| To let the colours run
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| To bite the loaded gun
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| To let the tables turn
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| To let the moment crash and burn
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| To take a solid stand
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| However hard you land
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| To wait another day
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| To leave yourself and run away
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| He said…
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| Meet me at the head shop
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| Forget yourself and leave it all behind
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| Wait at the bus stop tonight
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| (And I’m still waiting)
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| Meet me at the head shop
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| And let me free and open up your mind
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| But he never turned up that night… |